“No matter what anyone might try and claim today, Charlie’s Angels was an abysmal way to kill an hour. … The show, though, wasn’t the point. (At least that, I suspect, today’s youth would understand.) Watching Charlie’s Angels, having the FFM poster on your wall, clipping magazine pictures of the Angels in their bikinis and hanging them on the inside of your locker – these were more like badges, a way of participating in pop culture with as much sexual knowing as you could muster.”